K.L.K- Chapter two of this fic. here ya go, I own nothing.
Sakura glanced emotionlessly at the Hokage, the Kage of Konohagakure no Sato, the Village Hidden In The Leaves. "may I stay here in this village?" she asked. "my family was killed by rouge ninja....they-" her voice cracked. "they were no match! I hid so I l-lived!" she fell weeping, to the floor.
the Kage looked at her in pity. "yes, you may live here. will you become a shinobi?"
she looked at him with tears running down her face. "H-h-h-h-hai."
he smiled. "then yes, you may live here. go to the small apartments, and you will find a room there."
she nodded. "A-Arigatou, Hokage-sama." with that, she ran out of there. she went to the apartments, and was soon in a one-room apartment that suited her just fine. she knew Academy was tomorrow, the imbissiles here didn't notice her cloaked chakra. idiots.
she had gotten into a hidden village on no more than pity.
she had passed the Hokage's inspection.
she had gotten the Hokage's pity.
she had no remorse for the sins, unknown to herself even.
she was still pure.
she snorted as she looked at all the people outside, they were happy, playing with thier siblings and such. pfft, like she had that privilage. she couldn't remember, but she knew her family was hated by all, even her. she didn't know how she knew it, she just did. she couldn't remember what happened to her family.
Sakura looked to the Village outside her window. she felt different than these people.
She had green eyes.
she had pink hair.
she had paler skin than most.
she was smaller than most.
she held a love for the crimson blood of life.
she had a Inner personality.
she had another thing than her Inner inside her.
she frowned as she fingered a bruise that healed before her eyes. she hated the thing, and it hated her, but they needed each other to survive. they had done many a thing they were not proud of, not at all, but they kept living.
they both wanted to die, which was why they kept living. the pure disdain for each other was all that kept them alive sometimes.
She took out a kunai.
she slashed her wrist deeply.
the crimson splashed onto her legs and the floor.
the wound healed instantly without a scar.
she frowned in discontentment. the blood and pain had been welcome.
she hissed angerly as her head pounded painfully.
she dropped her kunai next to her as she sunk to her knees.
the thing clawed at her mind relentlessly.
she caged the thing back up.
she passed out from the pain.
K.L.K- here. please review.